Wilbur looks everywhere he can think off- outside, the rinks, the common rooms, the medical center. There's no sign of the figure skater. 

The longer that he has to look the more he feels as if he's been sent on a wild goose chase for no good reason. Like, what? He's gonna go and find this kid and their lives will change all of a sudden? Wilbur doesn't think so. Whatever, anything to prove Schlatt and Sapnap wrong. 

(And to get rid of the nagging gut feeling that he has, and has had about the figure skater from the first time Wilbur saw them. He just- he needs to be proven wrong. He doesn't want to be right about this.)

On a whim, he decides to check the studios, where they've got recreational things like gyms and pools and game rooms. Their not in the pool and not in the weight room. Wilbur's about to just give up when he realizes there's a studio at the very end of the hall.

Wilbur avoided the coach that came out of said dance studio and went in after, the figure skater, collecting themselves off the ground and not looking to the door.

They’re quiet, but Wilbur can tell they’re crying. Their shoulders are trembling. That's enough for Wilbur to know that this figure skater is more than just a stuck up piece of work. He should silently sink back and head back down the hall, leave them here to whatever is making him ache, but Wilbur can't. He can't .

"Hey," Wilbur says softly.